No Sleep Till...

There's really something about Brooklyn. No matter how long I'm away, when I come back here, it's like I never left. It revives me. It's like the opposite of Kryptonite. It's like the Yellow Sun to Superman.

I walk around this place, no matter what neighborhood, it's all Brooklyn. The attitude. The pride. I can ask for an everything bagel with coffee (milk, one sugar - and they know what I'm talking about when I say that) and it comes out perfect. Pizza and garlic knots for lunch (carb-a-licious)? Uh, yeah!

I mean, seriously. How awesome is this?

I need to come here from time to time, just to recharge my batteries. To see my family. To see my friends. To see where I grew up (even though my house isn't there anymore). To eat the pizza of my youth. And real bagels. And have a "regular" coffee.
I love it here.

And then I'm ready to go home to my love and my puppy.

Man and Wife! Say it!

We could not have asked for a more perfect day. Rain and clouds gave way to a beautiful, sunny afternoon and a gorgeous sunset.

There is not much I can say about the day other than it was everything that I had imagined. It was perfect.

Happy 2009. Everything is nuts

Yes yes. Promises promises. I know. I've been saying that I would tell the story of our appraisal limbo, our settlement craziness, and finally, and most importantly, the acquisition of our house. I promised. And I will keep it. It's just been so crazy since before Christmas... We have not stopped.

We are packing. And packing. And spending boat loads of money on electronics. And packing more. But at the same time, I have work - including 5 documents due in the next week. So I've been more than a little busy. But moving day is Monday (YAY!!). And we will have FiOS by the end of next weekend.

Once the dust settles a little, I'll tell the full story. Promise.

Undermined by underwriters... or, Dammit, we didn't close today

So today was supposed to be closing day. I say 'supposed' since, after all sorts of crap, running around, doing the walk-thru, and frantic calls to/from my loan officer, the underwriters decided that the very generous gift that Turg's mom gave us for our respective birthdays to buy furniture was suspicious. It's been (hopefully) cleared up. But that means that closing will happen tomorrow (Tuesday), instead.

Turg and I went to the attorney's office and signed as much as we could. But since the final bank papers are won't be ready till tomorrow, Turg transferred power of attorney over to me (MWAHAHAHA) for the final paperwork. If all goes well, we will be home owners just in time for when Magenta, DugDug and Mini Chewbacca show up.

I'll post on the rest of the appraisal drama later. Too much for my brain now...